The whiskey burned a trail down my throat as I poured my third glass, welcoming the numbing warmth spreading through my body. Ronan's words echoed in my mind, taunting me with their conviction.
"I've forgiven her, Kaelen. I'm going to court her properly this time."
I hurled my empty glass against the wall, satisfaction flaring briefly as it shattered. How could he forgive so easily? How could he forget what she'd done?
The memory of that day rose unbidden—her elegant handwriting on cream paper, each word a knife to my eighteen-year-old heart:
"I could never love someone like you. Don't embarrass yourself by thinking otherwise."
One letter had been all it took to break me. One letter from Seraphina Moon had transformed adoration into hatred, tenderness into cruelty.
